Love

It’ll hurt, it’ll kill, it’ll sting, it’ll acheYou’ll stop feeling and stop counting the pills that you takeYou’ll grow numb and cold You’ll begin to wonder if you still have a soulIt’ll break you down and make you cryYou’ll realize that “love” is just a god awful lieYou’ll cut so deep you’ll question your lifeYou’ll begin to understand the definition of love is: Knife.